Chapter 61

Cheng Lang's palm was sweating.
Everything was still, except for his violently beating heart.
He had no intention of letting go of Shuangyun's hand, just slowly pulled her hand to his front.
"Can I?" He asked. "Can I let you stay? Shuangyun Liang."
The way he looked at Shuangyun, for some reason, made Shuangyun think again of those cats and dogs she'd once cared for. But Cheng Lang was always very quiet. Even at this moment, he was careful with his tone, slow with his pace.
But his gaze was really too endearing. At a not-close distance, quietly watching her.
Shuangyun was certain he was seducing her. But her body involuntarily moved closer.
Cheng Lang then slightly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Close, then separate. Carefully breathing, close again, then separate.
In the quiet car, time seemed to stop. They didn't kiss passionately, as if afraid that in the intensity they would lose the details of every kiss.
So everything was very slow, very clear.
Cheng Lang felt the soft lips he'd missed for so long, then gently sucked, also shifting wanting to go deeper.
His palm was very hot, pressed against Shuangyun's cheek, making her heart tremble.
Forehead to forehead, their moist breaths then mixed together.
Shuangyun heard him softly call her name: "Shuangyun Liang."
He always liked calling her name—clear, unambiguous.
Shuangyun, for some reason, was also infected by this emotion and softly responded: "Hmm?"
Cheng Lang slightly withdrew his cheek and asked her: "Shall we go upstairs?"
Shuangyun's heart pounded.
She of course knew what would happen upstairs. She'd suggested it.
She'd been celibate for a very, very long time.
When her fingertips circled Cheng Lang's ring finger, for some reason she also thought of when he used his fingers.
Really lustful... what to do... he hadn't even actively seduced her then.
Held by Cheng Lang's hand, they took the elevator up to the apartment door.
Opening the door and entering, also the moment he closed the door behind them, she was picked up and sat on the high island.
Cheng Lang looked up and kissed her. Shuangyun's fingers inserted into his damp hair roots.
She was held so tightly, as if wanting to knead her into his body.
In panting, Shuangyun heard the sound of water.
Cheng Lang's hand passed through her side, turned on the faucet behind her, and quietly washed clean.
Shuangyun knew what he was going to do.
The sound of running water stopped. But Cheng Lang left from in front of the island.
Shuangyun sat alone on the high island, watching him go into the bedroom, then quickly come out.
Cheng Lang stood in front of Shuangyun again, his palm touching her exposed knee.
The cool touch made Shuangyun unable to ignore it. Her gaze moved down and saw the silver ring on Cheng Lang's left ring finger.
That ring worn for Shuangyun Liang was now also worn for Shuangyun Liang.
Shuangyun's body went soft. She tightly hugged Cheng Lang's neck.
She didn't know a ring there... felt like this.
How had he thought of it? Or where had he learned it again?
But her brain could no longer function normally. That silver ring withdrew from the water and entered countless times.
The apartment had no lights on. Shuangyun trembled on Cheng Lang's shoulder with her eyes tightly closed.
Cheng Lang held her, waiting for her to calm down.
Then left her side again, went to the door and turned on the light.
Shuangyun's skirt covered everything.
But Cheng Lang lifted it again.
"...You..." But before Shuangyun's words could come out, that silver ring was already moist again.
Cheng Lang said: "This time I want to see clearly."
Shuangyun's hands supported behind her. Cheng Lang was looking seriously.
He said: "The left hand isn't my dominant hand. Is it not as comfortable, Shuangyun?"
Not as intense, but there was also the torment of slowness.
But Cheng Lang today seemed to deliberately do this, to "torment" Shuangyun.
His right hand hung at his side, holding Shuangyun's ankle.
He asked her again: "Shuangyun, when you were in Sydney, did you think of me?"
Shuangyun had no ability to answer.
Cheng Lang asked again: "Did you think of me when you masturbated?"
He was now returning all the questions she'd asked him, doubled.